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More importantly, Sol’s personal assistant, Mrs. Hope, would get the telegram and read it first. In many ways she was the true fixer at the studio, knowing everything and everyone and fixing the more unusual problems, even those that were beyond the ken of mere mortals, though Harper had not known this until their encounter with the horrible multiplicity of feeding mouths in the service of the ancient sorcerer who called itself Ozymandias.
They still kept their new personal relationship secret from everyone else but now spent most nights together when Harper wasn’t working or Mrs. Hope wasn’t engaged in some confidential business of her own.
He didn’t like to think of himself as a terror. Violence and fear were always his last resort, used only on those who employed it themselves.
Harper raised his hand and touched his mouth, unable to prevent the awful thought that this momentary, fleeting kiss might be their last.
